Messing with the Dark Side
We all like to tell stories about the *spooky* things that happen when people mess around with Ouija boards, hexes and spells.
A friend had wierd banging noises in his house for months and was deeply, deeply worried that it was the result of getting drunk and attempting to summon the devil.*
What's scared the crud out of you after you've played with the dark side?
* it turned out to be a tramp living in his attic (no, really). Also, -5 points for rubbish Star Wars jokes
( , Thu 20 Apr 2006, 11:58)
We all like to tell stories about the *spooky* things that happen when people mess around with Ouija boards, hexes and spells.
A friend had wierd banging noises in his house for months and was deeply, deeply worried that it was the result of getting drunk and attempting to summon the devil.*
What's scared the crud out of you after you've played with the dark side?
* it turned out to be a tramp living in his attic (no, really). Also, -5 points for rubbish Star Wars jokes
( , Thu 20 Apr 2006, 11:58)
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The ghost horse of Abertawe
My brother and I were camping in Wales waaaay back in the 90's sometime. After a night out clubbing at "The Zone" we decided to walk the four hundred miles back to the campsite, pissed, in an unfamiliar city, at two in the morning.
We were doing pretty well, only getting a bit lost, and after a while found ourselves walking a deserted street that hugged the side of a hill, houses on either side. Anyway, theres this break in the houses to our left (which are up the hill) with a random grassy area filling it.
And in this grass area, about 10 meters from the pavement, stands a horse.
A glowing white horse, unmoving, making no sound, in an unfenced feild in the middle of a city.
Despite there being 13 years between my brother and I, we A)think very alike, and had exactly the same thought process:
horse
white
strange
ghostly
ghost horse
fucking GHOSTHORSE
RUN
!!!11
and B)can both run as fast as each other when provoked.
And run we both did, full pelt, all the way back to the tent, where we sat wide-eyed and sober now, waiting for the ghostly whinny that was surely inevetable... it never came, and we drifted into an uneasy sleep.
Incidently, the next day we retraced our steps, and it was just a fucking white horse in a field.
( , Wed 26 Apr 2006, 12:08, Reply)
My brother and I were camping in Wales waaaay back in the 90's sometime. After a night out clubbing at "The Zone" we decided to walk the four hundred miles back to the campsite, pissed, in an unfamiliar city, at two in the morning.
We were doing pretty well, only getting a bit lost, and after a while found ourselves walking a deserted street that hugged the side of a hill, houses on either side. Anyway, theres this break in the houses to our left (which are up the hill) with a random grassy area filling it.
And in this grass area, about 10 meters from the pavement, stands a horse.
A glowing white horse, unmoving, making no sound, in an unfenced feild in the middle of a city.
Despite there being 13 years between my brother and I, we A)think very alike, and had exactly the same thought process:
horse
white
strange
ghostly
ghost horse
fucking GHOSTHORSE
RUN
!!!11
and B)can both run as fast as each other when provoked.
And run we both did, full pelt, all the way back to the tent, where we sat wide-eyed and sober now, waiting for the ghostly whinny that was surely inevetable... it never came, and we drifted into an uneasy sleep.
Incidently, the next day we retraced our steps, and it was just a fucking white horse in a field.
( , Wed 26 Apr 2006, 12:08, Reply)
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